A step into the unknown
1089 Words
The morning sun rays reflected through the window glass.
The alarm blared at 6:30 a.m., slicing through the small apartment like
a cruel reminder that life didn’t wait for her.
Esther groaned softly in her bed, she felt tired but she forced herself to get up.
She rubbed her eyes and whispered, “Another brand-new day, Esther. You got this.”
Her eyes shifted to the corner of the room where her twins slept.
The twins woke up and stared at their mom almost at the same time.
Her son rubbed his eyes and sat up, messy hair sticking in every direction.
He said, “Mommy?” in a sleepy voice. “Is it morning already?”
“Yes, baby,” his mother replied softly, kissing his forehead. “Time to get ready.”
Her daughter peeked out from the pillow, frowning. “Five more minutes…”
A weak grin curved Esther's lips. The twins were the reason she never gave up.
She walked into the tiny kitchen. The peeling paint and broken cabinet handles remind her
daily of how difficult her life has become.
She warmed milk and buttered two slices of bread, placing them on the chipped table.
“Breakfast is ready!” she called softly.
Caleb and Callie rushed in, their small feet pattering against the cracked tiles.
As they sat, chattering and laughing, Esther watched with a tight chest.
“They deserve more than this. One day, I’ll provide them with enough.” Esther sighed.
But as she glanced at the bills stacked up, her stomach twisted with anxiety. Rent overdue.
The electricity bill is stamped in red.
She swallowed hard, whispering, “Don’t think about it now. Just… just get through today.”
By the time she dressed in her plain blouse and faded skirt, she had already rehearsed
the conversation she imagined having later.
The stranger’s card…creased from her nervous fingers….burned in her purse.
“Make sure you behave well for Miss Ella, okay?”, she told her twins as she
dropped them off with the neighbor.
They hugged her tightly, her daughter’s small arms wrapping around her neck.
“Mommy, don’t be late,” her son Caleb called out waving back at his mom, and for a second Esther’s eyes stung.
“I won’t,” she promised, but felt nervous about how her day was going to be.
The skyscraper loomed before her like a giant made of glass and steel.
Its walls reflected the sky, too tall, too clean, too powerful.
Esther froze at the entrance, clutching her purse.
“This is luxurious,” she whispered to herself. “I don’t belong here.”
But she thought about the twins, the food they ate in small quantities, and the landlord’s threats.
She needs money urgently to cover all these bills.
She took a deep breath and stepped inside.
Her phone trembled in her hand as she dialed the number on the card.
It rang once before a professional voice answered. “Cole Enterprise, good morning. This is the reception desk.”
Esther’s voice cracked. “Um… h-hello. I… I was told to call this number for directions.”
The woman’s tone softened slightly, as though recognizing her nervousness.
“Yes, ma’am. Are you here at the building already?”
“Yes,” Esther whispered, glancing at the marble floors of the lobby.
God, even the floor here is worth more than my rent.
“Please proceed to the twentieth floor. The CEO is expecting you.
When you get off the elevator, head straight down the hall to the largest office at the end.
Esther’s stomach dropped. CEO? Her breath caught. “O-okay. Thank you.”
As she hung up, her hands shook. The CEO. Oh God. What am I doing here?
She whispered under her breath, “Don’t faint, Esther. Just breathe. One step at a time.”
The elevator doors gleamed like gold, her reflection staring back at her: ordinary, plain, trembling.
She clenched her jaw. You’re doing this for them. For your children.
The doors slid open, and a man stepped in beside her.
He was tall, broad-shouldered, his buzz-cut hair giving him a rugged, dangerous edge.
His piercing blue eyes shifted to her, and a slow grin spread across his lips.
“Well, this is a nice surprise,” he drawled, leaning casually against the elevator wall.
His voice was smooth, playful. “Didn’t expect to share the ride with someone this gorgeous.”
Heat rushed to her cheeks. Esther looked away quickly, clutching her purse tighter.
Why is he looking at me like that?
“I… I’m just here for work,” she muttered, almost to herself.
He tilted his head, eyes glinting.
“Work? With a face like yours, sweetheart, I’d have guessed modeling. Not… office jobs.”
Esther stiffened, unsure whether to feel insulted or embarrassed.
She whispered under her breath, “Ignore him, Esther. Just ignore him.”
He chuckled as though he’d heard. “Don’t worry. I’ll see you around.”
The elevator chimed, and he stepped off on the nineteenth floor, flashing her one last playful wink.
Her heart thudded unexpectedly in her chest. “What was that about?”
The twentieth floor was quiet, the carpet muffling her shaky steps.
The air smelled of leather and expensive cologne, nothing like the sour
stench of the bar where she used to work.
She stopped in front of the receptionist’s desk.
The woman smiled and said politely, “ Hi, how can I help you?”
Esther took a deep breath and said, I'm here for the interview.”
The receptionist nodded and checked the computer.
“You may go in. He’s waiting for you.”
Esther swallowed hard. Her knees felt like water.
She glanced around the office, feeling a bit odd in the place.
The fancy door and serene atmosphere were a far cry from her usual surroundings.
She whispered to herself, “This is it. Don’t mess this up.”
Her fingers trembled as she gripped the office handle and pushed the door open.
The room was vast, sunlight streaming through glass walls that made the whole city stretch out beneath her feet.
And there behind a massive desk stood the man from the bar.
The stranger. The one who had saved her that night.
His eyes met hers instantly, sharp and unreadable.
“Welcome to Cole Enterprise, Esther,” he said, his voice deep and commanding.
“I’ve been expecting you.”
Her breath hitched. The world tilted. Him?
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